Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Slave,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.